The smoke-filled air stung his eyes; the scent of unwashed men and 
women overwhelmed his nostrils. The Gllass Tavern was not the place 
someone of his stature and wealth should frequent, but here he was
for the third time this week. Two more visits and he'd have a
reserved seat at the grimy bar. It disgusted him that he was here,
but this was the one place he could be himself. The one place where
nobody was going to judge him.

Who were these people to judge him? The men were sickening with
their unkempt hair and beards crawling with lice and whatnot; they
slurred every word and fought over anything their small minds found
offensive. Yesterday a man had been sent to the hospital for
scratching his head with his middle finger because the man sitting
with him took it as a gesture towards him. JC discovered later that
the two men were brothers.

The women were no better. Dark, coarse hair grew from their legs and
armpits; a razor blade would never cure the ghastly patches of hair.
They drank considerable more than the men did, but their moronic
fighting was kept to a minimum. However, the women's' morals were
completely lacking. Most of them had spread their legs for a shot of
vodka or less.

It was sick that JC was even in the vicinity of people like this, but
the real shame was that he thought of them as his superiors. These people
weren't ashamed of who they were; none of them would ever hide from
their family and friends, if they had any, the way he did. They were
free, and JC admired that. God, that was new low.

He hated himself. It was as simple as that. Of course, he had
everything you could dream of. Extravagant home, garage full of
vintage cars, beautiful girlfriend, and legions of fans, but it
wasn't what he wanted. He could never be who he really was; couldn't
show the world how he really felt.

"How `bout a drink?"

JC lifted his eyes away from his already filled glass of
scotch to look at the man standing before him. Trying to feign
indifference, JC cast his eyes along the older man's small frame.
The man's bad comb over was a definite turn off as far as JC was
concerned, but something about the faded green eyes excited him. "I
already have one," JC said lifting his glass as proof, "but I could
use some company."

Eagerly accepting JC's invitation, the older man clabbered into the
empty bar stool. "My name's Jess," he announced, extending his hand.

JC bit his lower lip and stared at the man's filthy hand. Dirt
gathered in every crevice; his nails a deep yellow shade with long,
grotesque tips. "Hi," JC sighed turning his head nonchalantly away
from the man. If asked, he'd respond that he hadn't seen the
extended hand.

"So, lovely lady, how are you this evening?" Jess rested a grimy
hand on JC's shoulder.

"I'm fine," JC replied in the high-pitched voice he used when he
dressed like a woman. When he became Joann.

Joann Chillingsworth was JC's secret identity, or as he felt his true
identity, like Superman and Clark Kent�well, not quite. Unlike a
superhero, Jc wasn't proud of his second identity. In fact, he would
trade anything to forget all about her, but he couldn't. He couldn't
remember a time when he didn't masquerade at night. Hopping from
seedy bar to seedy bar, loving the feeling of being a woman but
hating the shame in being a cross dresser.

When Nsync started to hit it big, he'd promised himself that he'd put
Joann to rest, but it was an empty promise. Sure, he had lasted a
whole week, but the longing for the feel of clingy satin dresses and
daring high heels had consumed him. Jc was weak when it came to
Joann.

Now, Joann was a living, breathing person. Sometimes, JC blamed
things on her. Jc messed up a dance step? Oh, Joann messed me up.
Britney's leopard print thong is missing? Joann stole it. Jc was
perfect, and Joann was screwed up in the head.

JC wasn't gay; Joann liked men. JC had a beautiful girlfriend; Joann
groped every man she met. Nobody ever touched Joann though, much to
her dismay.

"Are you okay, honey?" Jess dropped a hand down to Jc's thigh.
Giving a hard squeeze, he grinned wickedly at the "woman" sitting in
front of him.

"I'm fine," Jc replied, feeling a sense of deja vu. He took a sip of
his drink, relishing the burning sensation in his throat. Feeling
Jess's hand rising higher on his leg, Jc sighed. "I should tell you
something."

Jess smiled and brought his hand under Jc's skirt. "I already know.
Wanna go back to my place?"

Jc thought on it for a moment. This man was filthy and there was no
telling what disgusting things lurked on his body and in his home,
but the offer was too appealing. But what if Jess discovered who he
was? Maybe if he kept the blond wig and makeup on, Jess would be
none the wiser. "Umm�yeah, just give me a moment."

Pulling his cell phone from his purse, Jc excused himself and went to
the secluded hallway behind the pool table. A newly introduced
couple were "getting acquainted" on the never swept floor a few steps
away from him. Jc quickly dialed the familiar number with his press
on red nails.

It took three rings before the familiar voice answered,
testily, "What?"

"Is that anyway to greet you best friend?" Jc chuckled in his normal
voice, "Anyways, Justin, I'm going to be at this recording session a
little longer than expected. Could you call Tracy and tell her not
to expect me?"

"Yeah, sure man. Jeez, this song must be a real pain. This is the
third time this week you've been recording. When do we get to hear
it?"

"It won't be ready for a long time, besides I don't know if I'm ever
going to finish it," Jc lied expertly.

He heard Justin sigh before saying, "I understand. Well, I gotta
go. Brit, can't find her favorite pair of black high heels, so now
she's turning my house inside out."

Biting his lower lip, Jc looked down at the strapless black pumps
with rhinestones scattered all over. "I hope she finds them. I'll
talk to you later, man." Jc hung up before Justin could respond. He
hated lying to his friends, but he couldn't very well tell them what
was going on. Tomorrow he'd go back to being "normal" Jc. He'd hide
his wig and make-up and put on his jeans and t-shirt. He'd make love
to Tracy and goof around with his friends.

"I'm ready to go," Jc announced returning to where Jess waited.

Tomorrow, he'd be Jc, but right now�Joann was about to get laid.
Joann
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